[ Chapter 14 ]
- the little prince visits thelamplighter 小王子去点灯
The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There wasjust enough room on it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little princewas not able to reach any explanation of the use of a street lamp and alamplighter, somewhere in the heavens, on a planet which had no people, and notone house. But he said to himself, nevertheless:
"It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd asthe king, the conceited man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least hiswork has some meaning. When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he broughtone more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends theflower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it isbeautiful, it is truly useful."
When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter.
"Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp?"
"Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter. "Goodmorning."
"What are the orders?"
"The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good evening."
And he lighted his lamp again.
"But why have you just lighted it again?"
"Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter.
"I do not understand," said the little prince.
"There is nothing to understand," said the lamplighter."Orders are orders. Good morning."
And he put out his lamp.
Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with redsquares.
"I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. Iput the lamp out in the morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I hadthe rest of the day for relaxation and the rest of the night for sleep."
"And the orders have been changed since that time?"
"The orders have not been changed," said the lamplighter. "Thatis the tragedy! From year to year the planet has turned more rapidly and theorders have not been changed!"
"Then what?" asked the little prince.
"Then-- the planet now makes a complete turn every minute, and I nolonger have a single second for repose. Once every minute I have to light mylamp and put it out!"
"That is very funny! A day lasts only one minute, here where youlive!"
"It is not funny at all!" said the lamplighter. "While wehave been talking together a month has gone by."
"A month?"
"Yes, a month. Thirty minutes. Thirty days. Good evening."
And he lighted his lamp again.
